Off the ground

The damn leaf fall begin in park.
Wants promise us - enjoy, don;t worry.
I bought a pass, where is your ark ?
Without fool the world is boring.

There is a living scarf - boa -
lie on my neck and keep me stiffly.
Why solitude annoy, Noah,
Why often means alo(u)ne drizzly ?

Beyond of sight my sees and dreams -
Where is the dock and home for sitter ?
The foggy shore and pier just seems.
And dove of peace is like the hitter.

Picture: Andrew Wyeth. Off the ground


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